
despite a high wind,
the star magnolia beams,
petals aflutter
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despite a high wind,
the star magnolia beams,
petals aflutter
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A rain, rain, go-away morning,
and its less mellow-fellow,
a gloom-and-doom,
thunder-and-lightning noon,
soon bursts into a
hello-yellow-sunshine afternoon,
when forsythia blooms.
Because even a gray day
can’t stay that way.
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through the window of
the taxi came the warm wind
and a blur of blossoms
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April sunshine warms,
waking bulbs from their long sleep,
bringing back robins
playgrounds hold laughing children,
a lawn chair is all I need
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even trees shine
after heavy, icy rain,
when I look up
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If I were a crystal,
I might be a citrine mushroom,
holding rain from my face, Continue reading

the gray catbird
me-ee-ee-ow tweets;
the breeze is as still
as a Japanese lantern
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dolphins break the surface
scattering starlight, but
far below in the kelp forest,
dancing on waves of
blue bioluminescence,
lantern fish glow
and sea nettle pulse, Continue reading

love,
born in a small child,
a calm six years young,
holding an infant with
tiny toes, heavy head,
hungry, trusting, growing, Continue reading

The rhododendron doesn’t bloom
like the cherry, in wispy pink petals
that fall like snow in the first wind,
no, the rhododendron blooms
like a queen, standing her ground,
petals unmoved by rain and wind, Continue reading

from bare trees to green hearts
and dancing fronds —
three weeks since April nudged May Continue reading